I clicked on a few pictures, printed them, and took John up to my room, a place that he had never seen before. I displayed the pictures for him, and ...sked him which one turns him on. He chose one of a guy simply being sucked off by another man. Seeing that he was hard I told him that I could do that for him, and that he would like it. He wasn't too sure, so I comforted him with things like: you'll enjoy it, I won't tell a soul, It won't make you 'gay'. Finally, he said that it seemed okay,. My only other pair of shoes I'd packed were a touch moreconservative than last nights, simple three inch heeled black pumps.But still gorgeous and feminine.This time, I didn't even check the spyhole to see if anyone was in thehall, I just grabbed my little clutch purse, checked my makeup one lasttime in the mirror, opened the door, and started walking.In heels. My hips just naturally swung, I was totally into it. My walkmade me look like a harlot, I suppose, in some minds. But to me, it. “I don,t take kindly to your language and if you don,t button your lip I,ll put you in the jail for twenty four hours to teach you some manners!” “You and who,s Army?” he laughed. The woman quickly moved to him and slapped him hard across the face which first shocked him, then he drew his hand back to strike her, but she kneed him in the balls before he could hit her She turned and walked back to drink more whiskey as the ill behaved man writhed on the floor rubbing his sore testicles. “I don,t. My fingers and toes curled and uncurled rapidly. My stuffed hole began to contract and relax uncontrollably. If I didn't have my entire body weight crushing my dick, I have no doubt I would have had an orgasm. Although, every movement of his cock inside of me was in some ways more intense than an orgasm...and wasn't fleeting.After several seconds, and several expletives yelled by him, he finally managed to get all but a couple inches out of me. He started to slowly push back into me. The.